I used to think, and to say, that I fought and I scratched and I clawed to become the person the I am today, and no one can take that away from me. I was wrong. It was all taken from me. Every last stitch. The thing is... for as long as I can remember I have lived by the ideal that I do not identify by my things, or my jobs, or my relationships, or anything outside of myself, as they are indeed outside of my Self. It seems I may have a few things slip in through my many cracks... and now that all is truly lost, and I have absolutely nowhere to look for light but up, perhaps this will simplify things. Eventually. When I am ready to let go and allow. I have fallen before, many, many times. I am no stranger to the saving of Grace. This time though...this fall...I am just not ready to make it yet. I already know how badly its going to hurt on the way down.
Posted on: Sat, 16 Aug 2014 01:49:35 +0000
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